What he said woke her up, and it was possible that there would be any side effects.

But……

Not knowing what he was thinking about, Song Jinqiao frowned.

"Chi Lin didn't mention any sequelae before."

Chi Lin was the doctor who gave her psychological treatment last time.

Benjie took a look at her phone interface, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is he also the psychiatrist you found this time?"

Song Jinqiao turned to look at him and nodded.

Benjie watched TV, stood up, and waved his phone to signal her to check the time: "It's so late, go to bed first. Tomorrow afternoon, right? I'll go with you."

Song Jinqiao stood up with his cell phone, answered and walked towards his room. When he closed the door, Chi Lin just sent him a message.

—Chi Lin—[Side effects? Aftereffects? When I treated you before, I was absolutely certain you were fully recovered. Did you experience any irritation afterwards?]

—Chi Lin—[Forget it, let’s talk about it tomorrow when we meet. It’s probably hard to explain it clearly right now.]

—Song Jinqiao—[Okay.]

*

"Qiao Qiao... Qiao Qiao..."

It seemed as if someone was calling her.

“Crash!”

It was the crisp sound of chains shaking.

"Why did Qiao Qiao do this..."

do what?

"I want to leave..."

Where to leave?

"Let me go... please... let me go..."

Who are you?

What did I do?

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Benjie looked at Song Jinqiao's tears slowly flowing down with a confused look on his face.

"Qiao, are you okay?" he shouted. He wanted to shake her awake, but when he thought about how she almost squeezed him to death in the hotel, he silently put his outstretched hand back.

Song Jinqiao opened her eyes and saw Benjie standing beside the bed. At the same time, she felt her face wet.

"What's wrong with me?" She sat up, holding her head and frowning.

Benjie said worriedly, "Did you have a nightmare? Why are you crying?"

It is not a good thing for a mentally ill person to have nightmares. Strictly speaking, Song Jinqiao is now half a mentally ill person.

Song Jinqiao shook his head to wake himself up, got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

"It's okay, maybe it was a nightmare."

Who's that voice?

It was strange that she could still remember that voice, and she was very sure that the voice was exactly the same as the one she had dreamed of last time.

The doorbell outside suddenly rang, and Benjie went to open the door. When Song Jinqiao walked out of the room, Benjie was fiddling with the takeaway in the restaurant.

"It's already 12 noon, just have lunch."

While they were eating, Benjie suddenly asked curiously, "Do you remember what dream you had that made you cry?"

Song Jinqiao paused, took a bite of pizza, thought about last night's dream, and gave a brief description.

"A man..." Benjie touched his chin and frowned as he thought for a long time. He didn't know what he thought of, but his eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Song Jinqiao, but frowned again, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Song Jinqiao said calmly, "Just say what you want to say."

Benjie clenched his fist, put it to his lips, coughed lightly, and his eyes wandered: "Then I'll be frank, could it be... well, you forced yourself to love a man."

Song Jinqiao: “?”

I looked at him speechlessly: "Are you okay?"

Forced love, have you read too many Chinese online novels?

Benjie stroked his chin and analyzed for her, "It's mainly because of what your father did to your mother. And you were raised by your father. You should know what you were like before."